[Home Plot] Sticks and Stones, Pt. IV
May. 16th, 2013 03:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
In a word, I wake up violently.
I can't pull in enough air, can't breathe, each inhale a gasp. My throat feels like sandpaper when I dare to swallow. Limbs tangled in my sheets, I roll from the bed onto the ground with a dull thud -- only to realize everything's dulled. My ears are stuffed with cotton and my hands are bone dry, the world around me dark and flat.
It was all a dream. The Hand, Bullseye, Foggy... All of it. It never happened. We never even left the room. My God, the baby-- Is Ellen even--?
The world tilts. I spit out a sound that's part sob, part yell, and punch the floor, once, with everything I'm worth.
It's not enough.
I can't pull in enough air, can't breathe, each inhale a gasp. My throat feels like sandpaper when I dare to swallow. Limbs tangled in my sheets, I roll from the bed onto the ground with a dull thud -- only to realize everything's dulled. My ears are stuffed with cotton and my hands are bone dry, the world around me dark and flat.
It was all a dream. The Hand, Bullseye, Foggy... All of it. It never happened. We never even left the room. My God, the baby-- Is Ellen even--?
The world tilts. I spit out a sound that's part sob, part yell, and punch the floor, once, with everything I'm worth.
It's not enough.
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Date: 2013-05-16 08:41 pm (UTC)A loud crash has her whirling in the direction of the sound, and she barely makes out the slump of Matt's shoulders in the dim morning light before she scrambles to the foot of the bed, sliding off and onto the floor to wrap her arms around his middle, pressing her face into his shoulder.
"I'm right here," she whispers, breathing against his skin. "I'm right here, Matt. Just breathe with me."
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Date: 2013-05-16 09:13 pm (UTC)I slump forward, not daring to give her my weight, and gasp, "We're back on the island?"
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Date: 2013-05-16 09:18 pm (UTC)"I - I think so," Ellen admits, a little reluctant to even say the words - but she's having mixed feelings about it all. Her heart's still galloping in her chest from the mere sight of seeing Matt plummet out that window, and her throat almost feels raw from the scream that had broken out despite her attempts to not draw any attention to herself. She's reassuring herself of his presence now, a hand moving over his back to soothe herself as much as him.
"It felt so real," she murmurs, and now she's trying to figure out if everything in the dream is real - including the discovery he'd made.
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Date: 2013-05-16 11:22 pm (UTC)It takes me a few minutes, but once I think I can speak properly, I ask, "Are you okay?"
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Date: 2013-05-17 10:55 am (UTC)"No worse for the wear," she quietly promises.
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Date: 2013-05-17 02:34 pm (UTC)"We should get you to a doctor," I murmur, then reluctantly add, "And maybe check on the dog."
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Date: 2013-05-18 04:47 pm (UTC)"I don't even know how long we were - I hope he's alright," she says, throwing open the bedroom door.
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Date: 2013-05-18 07:59 pm (UTC)"I'm sure he's okay."
If only to spite me.
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Date: 2013-05-19 05:50 pm (UTC)She catches a glimpse of his hand and moves to take it, gingerly holding his fingers to raise his knuckles up towards the light. "Oh, Matt."
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Date: 2013-05-19 08:03 pm (UTC)"The floor isn't, but I'll get someone to come in and fix it."
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Date: 2013-05-22 10:55 am (UTC)She draws their hands down, stepping into his space, moving fingers to his cheek. "Hey."
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Date: 2013-05-24 05:35 am (UTC)After a few moments, I swallow, throat thick.
"Come on."